So, I get on this spot and I'm reading all this 'I'm starting to hate Laurel' crap. You guys say you understand that she misses Tommy. Well, then show a little understanding. It's not like he's away on a vacation. He's dead and she feels that it's her fault and she will have to live with that. She blamed the hood to feel just a little less guilty, because it's too much to bear on her own.
I do not approve of how Laurel blamed the hood, but I do understand. People say and do messed up things when they're grieving. Seriously, it's only been three episodes and you're already complaining....
I thought I would be angrier when I wrote this. I’ve made no secret of how much I love Tommy throughout the season, so I thought when he died at the end of the season finale, I would be overcome with rage and grief, that this review would be peppered with obscenities and rambling diatribes on the new level of suck this show has discovered. Instead, all I could think to write is this:
Thank you for letting him be the hero.
We saw so many colors for him tonight. The drunk schlub trying to take a swing at the best friend who took his girl. The naïve son...
Uneven. Epic. Mind-blowing. Mind-numbingly bad. Conflicting descriptors, for certain, but also applicable to the front half of Arrow’s inaugural season. Some would argue that the ratings speak for themselves. Arrow is one of the CW’s strongest performers. Others would say that it’s a pale imitation of its previous incarnations and wonder where Justin Hartley is. Then, there are those in the middle, like myself, who have seen glimpses of brilliance and believe that the moments where the show falters are simply the program attempting to find its sea legs.